Progression From Ignorance

I walk from station to station.
Am I losing my mind? AM I?!
I can't tell which way the wind blows any more.
It just seems to blow me somewhere I don't want to be.
Looking around, I see faces.
I see feces. I see faces.
I can't tell the leaves from the trees.
What falls from the originator.
Are we the originators?
Did we destroy our world?
I can't tell anymore when I'm asked.
The answer used to be no.
But then again, my mind used to be different.
Am I losing my mind?
No, I am finding it.